Voodoo, Victims & Vows: The New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles

On a foggy night in the French Quarter... ...Brandy and Jiff were on a walk when they met him. Why did he hand her a note? There was something strange about the fellow. His clothes and hat made him look like a newspaper man from the sixties. But it was what he had typed on that piece of paper that deepened the mystery. A sort of prediction, that claimed three things would happen and they couldn't stop it. Who was he? Why did Brandy believe him? She had always been good at reading people. Th...